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For the umpteenth time today, I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve smiled.

Work had drained the life out of me earlier, Mr. Brown’s yelling ringing in my ears, my back aching like I was carrying the entire company on it and not to mention meeting that egocentric Werewolf being, Nicklaus. But right now, it feels different, like I am floating. Maybe it was the post-stress delusion, maybe it was the lighting in my room, or maybe... it was Jared.

That man had me grinning like a damn teenager.

He’s the kind of guy who checks all my boxes. Handsome? Check. Catty? Absolutely. Got that “I could be...